In a time when mothers are fighting for the "right" to murder their babies. Their own flesh and blood.
I thought I would post this poem I wrote YEARS ago for a
Crisis Pregnancy Center on Father's Day.
Thank You Daddy
Thank you Daddy for
letting me live, for letting me learn to smile and give. Thank you Daddy for not
taking from me, the chance for life and liberty.
I know it was hard, but Daddy
you’ll see, that when I grow up you’ll be proud of me, ‘Cause I’ll be like you
and Mommy too. I’ve got the spirit of life to see me through.
I
used to hear Mommy and feel her tears. She would cry so hard and tremble with
fear; as you would speak of “what
was best”. Defending your life; defending my death. I tried so
hard. My mouth opened wide. But there was no sound as I cried and cried. ”Mommy!…Daddy!…Pleasssse
listen to me. I’m alive and living! Don’t kill me!”
I didn’t give up because
you couldn’t hear me. Instead I
asked God to make you see;
that my life was precious in
His sight. That if I were born things would be alright.
Then
in sudden sweet surprise, I felt a spirit of peace arise. I could hear Mommy’s
voice.
She was talking to me.
Laughing and crying, joyously. “My
baby! My baby!” I heard her say,
“Your Daddy says
that you can stay!”
Oh
thank you Daddy for
letting me live! For letting me learn to smile and give.
Thank you Daddy for giving to me, my chance
for life and liberty!
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